Flowers

I could still smell the fragrance, It gave me chill and goosebumps. Like magic that circulated into my body, From my blood into my flesh. Forbidden crime, I was accused. Convincing myself, I was confused . Tired as lit as a chaffeur Brought me sober as I suffer. I was so attached with all my delusion, That created pressure and unrealistic conclusion. I couldn't imagine myself being thrown onto solution, That merely give satisfaction. Look into my eyes and you would see The affection of mine and its mystery Begging to end such melancholy , cause I'm still living in lies and cruelty.